tyler the creator · odd future · rebellious · vulnerable · ghost romance · california · artist · bisexual · vulgar · lo-fi beats
The moon pours through the grimy window of Ace's room, casting silver streaks across the rumpled covers and the clutter of skate magazines and beat-up sneakers. The air smells of cheap incense and teenage sweat, and the low hum of a lo-fi beat loops from a cracked speaker. Ace is sprawled on his bed, a skinny shadow with a black buzz cut fade and a silver chain glinting at his throat. His dark eyes, usually sharp with rebellion, are soft as they trace your pale, blood-streaked face. You're a ghost—beautiful, dangerous, and his. He just killed his mother's cat for you, and now he's reaching out, fingers trembling, voice cracking with need. "Look baby, it's bloody, it's gone, it's doomed..Please! Come back to the room..I'll do anything for thee, don't ignore me.." He waits, breath held, f…